Captivation

Bill and Tom are lying there on the bed together, eyes closed blissfully.

Suddenly, Bill’s lashes fly apart.

“Oh Gott…”  Unlike the last time he said that, it doesn’t sound so sexual or pleasurable. In fact, he sounds rather alarmed. “Oh, no!”

Also opening his eyes, Tom gazes at him in concern. “What is it? Are you hurting?”

Shaking his head, Bill winces uncomfortably. “Not hurting. Just leaking. Down there.”

Tom sighs in relief when he realises what Bill is talking about. “That’s nothing, Bill. Don’t worry about it. It happens to girls too.”

“But it’s going all over the bed!” Bill whines. “I can feel it. Oh, it’s disgusting! Why didn’t anybody warn me about this?”

At Bill’s dramatic complaining, Tom drawls, “Maybe I should’ve used a condom after all, huh?”

“Yes, well maybe you should have,” is Bill’s scolding reply as he sits up, glancing between his legs to where a wet patch has formed. “Ugh. Look at this mess.”

“Sex is messy, Bill.” Tom can’t help his grin. “You better get used to it.”

Bill huffs, pushing away from Tom as though it’s his fault. “I need to take a shower now.”

He cautiously gets up from the bed, trying not to leak any more of Tom’s semen but the whining starts again as soon as he’s standing. “Aw, now it’s running down my leeeeeg!”

Tom chuckles, propping his head up on his hand as he amusedly watches Bill attempting to waddle to the bathroom with his thighs tightly clenched together.

“Bill?”

“What?” Bill stops waddling at the doorway, looking across to Tom with an indignant pout on his kiss-swollen lips, his brunette locks all rumpled and tangled like a blackbird’s nest. He looks dishevelled, sulky and nakedly gorgeous.  

“Even if your butt leaks, you’re still the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”

Rolling his eyes, Bill tries not to smirk and act pleased.

“Want me to go with you?”

The younger twin lifts his pierced brow. “Where? You mean, to the shower?”

“Yeah. We can have one together. I’ll wash your hair,” Tom softly offers, having turned serious again. “Like I used to, when we were kids. When we were happy.”

Staring at Tom, Bill isn’t sure whether to smile or cry. I’d guess the second option, judging by the way his chin quivers and his eyes go all shiny. But then he surprises me and grins widely and cutely, holding out one eager manicured hand to his big brother, inviting him along. Tom bounds off the bed in all his muscular glory and takes it with a smile, the two of them joining fingers and going into the bathroom side by side.

They don’t have sex in there. They just bathe each other, lovingly and tenderly, two pairs of hands sweeping soap over smooth glimmering skin, Tom reverently washing and conditioning Bill’s streaked hair until it gleams like wet black silk, Bill sighing with delight as Tom’s strong fingers gently massage his scalp and neck. Bill returns the favour, working Tom’s heavy dreads into a pile of thick suds and rinsing them clean, squeezing the water out of each matted rope with carefully attentive hands. Then they stand under the shower spray and let it soak into their muscles, Tom behind Bill with Bill’s head leant back on Tom’s shoulder, just holding each other and drinking in their closeness, the boys’ bond well and truly repaired and deepened by the evening’s events. They don’t talk. They don’t have to. They’re so emotionally in tune right now they don’t need to speak or be facing each other to feel close. With their eyes closed, they stand that way in sacred silence until the water goes cold. After drying off, they go back to bed and hold each other the same way, naked and connected as the day they were born. All they’re missing are the umbilical cords. 

It’s so beautifully perfect that I’m sobbing helplessly in my chair, and I don’t normally cry easily. It makes me miss my brother so much and remember that it used to be just like this for us, once upon a time. We used to be this connected and contented. Deep down, I know that the thing in my head isn’t really Keiichi. I know it’s not him. Instead, I’m seriously mentally ill, just like Tom said. I may not be able to do anything about it or vanquish the demon that has existed within me for the last four years but at least I can admit the truth to myself now. There’s probably no hope of me living a normal life again but it’s not too late for the Kaulitz kids. Seeing how thoroughly bonded they’ve become affects me in a way none of the other twins I’ve taken ever have and I realise that I have to get them out of here by any means possible. If that means my own death, then so be it. A love like theirs cannot be contained and deserves to be set free back into the world like a rare and exotic bird.   

Unaware of my decision, the two identical teens rest as one, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally snuggling closer.

When Tom awakens first, he gazes at his brother’s breathtaking beauty for a while before starting to touch it, his fingertips tracing lightly over Bill’s face and throat, down his chest and arms, his belly, hips and thighs. Bill is so relaxed he doesn’t even open his eyes, simply smiling and enjoying the sweetness of Tom’s caresses. Tom follows the same path with his mouth, kissing along the hairless pale skin, dreadlocks brushing and trailing over responsive flesh, tasting the delicacy of Bill’s body until the younger boy’s breathing becomes heavier and he starts to arch up into each kiss.

With persuasive hands, Tom flips Bill onto his front in order to graze his pierced lips over the brunette’s elegant back and shoulders. He lifts up the raven mane of Bill’s hair, exposing the Tokio Hotel tattoo on the nape of the vocalist’s neck. Kissing that, Tom then mouths sensuously all the way down Bill’s curved spine, making the thinner nineteen year old shiver with ticklish anticipation. Placing a tentative peck on one marble-white buttock, Tom seems to be asking permission to do more and when it’s granted to him via Bill’s small encouraging moan, Tom does what he’s never done to a girl and kisses a place he’s never kissed before. Then licks it.

Emboldened by Bill’s resultant gasp, Tom settles on the bed between his brother’s spread thighs, unreservedly licking and tonguing the tiny entrance there as if he’s done it a hundred times before and loves it. The second part seems to be true for both boys, Bill cursing breathily to himself as he crushes the pillow in his fisted hands, unable to express how it feels to have Tom’s talented tongue in such a sensitive area. He lifts his ass higher so Tom can try and delve deeper but it’s only far enough to tease and torment, not satisfy.

“Okay, stop,” Bill impatiently tells Tom, incapable of waiting any longer. “You. In. Now.”  

“Like this?” Tom asks, licking his lips and preparing to do Bill from behind but the brunette has other ideas. Rolling over onto his back, Bill parts his legs and beckons to his brown-eyed blood-relative, wanting Tom to take him face to face. Happy to do it any way Bill wishes, Tom fetches the tube of sex-gel, squirting some into his hand and quickly slicking himself up before kneeling between Bill’s thighs. He doesn’t prep Bill again with his fingers as it wasn’t that long ago when he first did it and Bill would still be slippery inside. Besides, what he did with his tongue has gotten Bill ready enough. Lining his hardness up to his little brother’s opening, Tom enters it with one long gradual push, penetrating Bill steadily but gently, both of them holding their breaths and letting them out in twin-like unison when he’s all the way inside. Bill reaches down between his own thighs to gauge how much he’s stretched around Tom’s wide base, the dark-haired teenager shuddering at the deliciously full feeling.

Misinterpreting his twin’s shudder, Tom anxiously enquires, “You all right? Do you want me to pull out?”

“Don’t you dare,” Bill says, narrowing his gaze at Tom. “You pull out now and I’ll hit you.”

“So, you’re okay?”

“Tom, we’ve already done this; I’m not a virgin any longer. Why are you still so worried?”

Uncertainly, the elder Kaulitz teen admits, “Because I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, Tomi. I trust you,” Bill assures him, wrapping his legs around Tom’s V-shaped hips so he can’t get away. Holding onto the bigger boy’s shoulders for stability, Bill rolls his pelvic region against Tom’s in a coaxing manner. They both groan. Leaning forward, Tom starts to thrust using restrained gentleness to begin with. The first time they did this, the two of them came fast and Tom didn’t actually get much thrusting done so he’s slightly unsure about his technique. After all, what works on a woman may not work on someone with different anatomy.

“Am I doing this right?” he asks Bill mid-stroke.

“Perfectly,” the slimmer boy answers, his voice sounding breathless. “Do not stop.”

Tom resumes his motions with more vigour, the mattress bouncing beneath them.

“We’re really doing this,” Bill whispers in awe, still finding it hard to believe that it’s happening, that Tom is actually giving him what he’d wanted for so long, what Tom had stubbornly and foolishly denied them both all this time. “We’re really making proper love!”

“Yeah,” Tom whispers back. “We really are.”

And he’s not drunk or drugged. This time Tom is fully sober, knowing exactly what he’s doing and who he’s doing it with. This time, he doesn’t see it as wrong. Braced above Bill with straight arms, Tom looks down at his identical sibling with both love and need in his black-coffee eyes, Tom’s abs and muscled back tensing and hardening with each thrust. Their bodies look amazing together – one ripped and solid, and one soft and slim. They match so completely, making up a seamless whole, like two parts of the same person.

Dropping down onto his elbows, Tom sucks on Bill’s throat to leave a purple bruise, their bare chests pressed together. Tom’s six-pack stomach rubs against the slimmer teen’s erect maleness in time with his movements, Bill rewarding him with low moans and raking his nails along Tom’s spinal column and shoulder blades.

Trying something different, Tom gets to his knees, pulling Bill up by the hips into his lap, leaving the second teen’s upper half still on the bed, Bill’s head on the pillow. Tom is in a semi-sitting, semi-kneeling position so he can look down and watch himself sliding in and out of Bill’s splayed body, the guitarist gazing heatedly at the juncture where their physical selves join, his veined length vanishing into Bill and slickly reappearing in well-timed motions.

“How does it look, being inside me?” Bill asks huskily, coaxing his older brother to talk while they’re doing this.

“Sexy as hell.”

“And how do I feel?”

“Good. Hot. Tight.” All commonly used adjectives but the way Tom says them in his deep German voice makes each word sound incredibly erotic. 

“You feel good too. So big and hard – I love it.” Bill closes his eyes as his craving for Tom increases, along with the depth of the other one’s thrusts. “Oh…Oh yes, just like that...”

Gasping, Bill lifts his hands above his head, fingers tangling into his own hair and clenching in desire. He turns his face into the pillow, biting his lips with wanton abandonment, just enjoying the feel of Tom’s possessive lovemaking. Tom is not doing it like he would do a girl, soft and gentle, but the way a man takes another man – firmly enough to jolt the bed under them. By giving Bill what he wants Tom also claims the younger boy as his own, leaving a brand on Bill’s soul that will never wash off, ensuring that he will remain Bill’s first lover forevermore.

Tom may be claiming Bill but the bigger teen still works hard to please his beautiful twin, angling himself and adjusting his pace to get the best responses out of Bill. He seems determined not to come early this time, wanting their second sex session to last for as long as is humanly attainable. Tom’s brow is dripping with perspiration, his neck and chest beaded with salty moisture, tracking down his golden skin in shiny lines. His abdominal muscles are taut and clearly outlined. Chunky dreadlocks are smacking against his backbone with every thrust, eyes drifting shut in blind orgasmic rhapsody, appearing exactly the way he does when he’s on stage playing his guitar - completely lost and immersed in the physical rush of the moment.

Sometimes his face is slack; sometimes he’s frowning in concentration. Sometimes he presses his lips together or clenches his jaw; sometimes he opens his mouth in a soundless groan or bares his teeth in a grimace of overstimulation. The faces Tom makes…My God, he could put a professional porn actor to shame. Those are the rawest, sexiest expressions I’ve ever seen on a man’s face before.

Bill has also noticed Tom’s mesmerising facial displays and watches them with fascinated wonder for a while, the brunette possibly marvelling that HE is cause of all that incredible bliss, until he too permits himself to get lost in the moment and re-closes his eyes to feel more of the sensations coursing through his body. Listening to Tom’s laboured breathing and occasional grunts, Bill giddily lays there and lets his climax build with each controlled ram of his older brother’s chiselled hips.

Rather than reach that climax, Bill begins restlessly shifting his upper body on the mattress, the younger twin throwing his head from side to side, a small frown knitting his brows together. Though it’s clear that he greatly enjoys Tom being inside of him, Bill seems to find the position a bit uncomfortable - half lying back at almost a 45 degree angle with his long legs lifted high and hooked around Tom’s waist.

“Tom, my thighs are starting to cramp,” he mutters in eventual complaint.

Immediately, Tom kneels back, sitting on his calves. He pulls Bill up by the hands to sit in his lap, both of them facing each other, Bill’s arms slipping around Tom’s neck.

“Is that better?” Tom asks, grasping Bill’s hips and positioning the smaller boy back onto him. Bill groans as he sinks down on that thick spear of male flesh, stretching his cramped legs forward and resting his heels on the bed behind Tom.

“Yeah. Much.”

Bill is free to move on his own now, without Tom’s heavier weight squashing his light frame or restricting him. This allows them to make love in a more comfortable arrangement with nobody dominating, just the pair of them sharing their enjoyment equally. They can gaze at each other this way too, the twins relishing the direct eye contact, able to see their own passion reflected back like a mirror. Digging his heels into the mattress and holding onto Tom’s neck with both hands, Bill can rock back and forth or lift up and down, matching his big brother’s speed or guiding him to go faster or slower, the younger boy moaning louder when something is working particularly well for him. Bill also rubs his swollen dick against Tom’s ridged belly, getting himself off without having to use his hand.

I bet Tom’s been with girls in the past who’ve just lain there like inflatable dolls, passively letting themselves be posed this way and that and not doing anything useful, but Bill isn’t like that, the energetic singer riding Tom just as much as he’s being ridden. Besides being very active, Bill is also very vocal as the two of them are coupling, the brunette songwriter swearing gutturally one minute and then making the most delicious-sounding whimpers and moans the next, his voice both husky and high.

Much quieter than his noisy double, Tom just pants through an open mouth, watching with semi-lidded eyes as his little brother’s pleasure-level climbs higher and higher, Tom’s own orgasm rapidly approaching as well. They writhe and shove and twist against each other, their movements becoming faster and more urgent.

“Deeper,” Bill nearly sobs as he’s grinding down on Tom’s cock, needing every pulsing inch of his twin’s stiff sex to feel complete. “Oh God, Tomi, do it deeper…”

“I am,” Tom gasps as he grips Bill by the waist and slams upwards a few times, quick and hard, their skin smacking together. “I’m in you so fucking deep, baby…”

Crying out at the rough thrusts, Bill bucks in Tom’s lap, slim hips jerking as he comes explosively over his twin’s muscular stomach, coating it in creamy stripes.

Tom pulls out just in time to spurt the same white fluid across Bill’s lower spine and tailbone. As he is coming, Tom throws his head right back, dreadlocks flipping away. All those sex-faces he’s been making roll into one ultimate, open-mouthed expression of supreme orgasmic ecstasy. It almost looks like agony. The only time I’ve seen a face even resembling that on Tom was when I jammed my thumb behind his ear, except now he’s consumed by pleasure, not pain. Wrapping his strong arms around Bill, Tom holds him tight and rocks them both through the spasms of their combined climaxes, the two boys moaning in identically-pitched tones.

Tom shudders all over and then drops backwards weakly, taking Bill with him, the second boy falling against Tom’s chest and belly, Bill’s fingers weaved in blond-tipped ropes of hair. As the last tremors of release pass through his muscular frame, Tom is panting like he’s just completed a serious weights workout at the gym.

“Mmmm,” Bill murmurs in satisfaction. “That was even better than the first time.”

“I damn well hope so after all that effort. Just you wait until round number three,” Tom replies, sounding out of breath yet still smugly self-assured that he can impress Bill further. “Give me ten minutes. Um…Maybe twenty…”

Bill raises a bejewelled brow. “Well, don’t make me wait too long.”

In a mutter, Tom remarks, “Fuck, I’ve created a nymphomaniac.”

With an outraged laugh, Bill pretends to smack his smart-ass sibling across the face but he doesn’t deny the allegation. Tom smirks, pleased that after a month stuck in a concrete dungeon with no sunlight he hasn’t lost his sexual mojo. But they both know it’s not just about the sex. It’s about all the things they feel inside, all the things they don’t even need to say. Sighing contentedly, Bill rests there nude on Tom’s still-twitching body, fondly kissing his big brother’s sweaty shoulder and allowing him time to recover.

Eventually lifting his head off the mattress, Tom spies the goo he left dripping on Bill’s back and behind, starting to dry on the other boy’s skin in crusty streaks. “Told you sex was messy,” he comments jokingly. “Doesn’t matter which way you do it.”

Bill smiles, replying, “It’s okay. I’m getting used to it now.” He strokes Tom’s face and then links their hands together, the slender male gazing at his handsome twin with loving eyes. “You’re not sorry at all, Tom? For what we’ve done?”

“How could I be? Look at how happy you are. How happy we BOTH are,” Tom amends, knowing how important his happiness is to Bill as well. “The only thing I’m sorry about is that I pushed you away for so long. I know you were trying very hard to convince me that this could work but I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want Koji to win.”

Looking vaguely troubled, Bill presses, “You didn’t just do this so he’d let us go, did you?”

“No. That’s not why I did it. Not at all.” Tom reassuringly kisses Bill’s fingers, entwined with his. “He hasn’t won. WE have. We’re the strongest we’ve ever been and nothing he can do will change that.”

“I’m glad you think that way,” Bill returns, appearing relieved. “Anyhow, we’re going to get released regardless of whether we’ve done it or not.”

Tom’s eyebrows draw together in a frown. “After what he’s told us, knowing what we now know about him, do you really think he’ll let us walk out of here, Bill? Alive?”

“Yes. In spite of his illness, I believe him. I trust him. Don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” Appearing confused, Tom shakes his head uselessly. “I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t know if he’s good or bad. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I just don’t know.”

Wisely, Bill answers, “So, don’t think about it. Whatever happens when dawn comes, we’ll face it together like we do everything else. For now, just hold me and tell me you love me.”

And that’s what Tom does. He doesn’t simply say it either – he shows Bill how much he is loved, over and again so there can be no doubt left in Bill’s mind.

They’ve always been brothers. Always been close confidants, business partners, band mates and best friends. Now they’re more than that. Now they are lovers, just like I always wanted them to be.

Now they’ve definitely earned their freedom.